1) Barnes and Noble will, oddly enough, put
A Dance With Dragons in a huge display area in the front of the store but not have any copies in the science fiction/fantasy section, which will get slightly interesting if you entered through the video/music section of the store and headed to the science fiction/fantasy section first and then got severely sidetracked.
2) Various people in Hollywood actually thought that a remake of
Footloose would be a good idea, instead of a sign of the inevitable destruction of human civilization.
3) You can sit through nine - count them nine - movie trailers, every. single. one. of. which. will turn out to be a remake or
Final Destination sequel which is actually a remake of the first few
Final Destination movies.
4) Any attempts after this to tell you that Hollywood is capable of original thought will not go well.
5) This will be brightened by remembering that thanks to a rather implausible sequence of server mistakes, you actually got a free steak for lunch. This is a cheery thought.
6) You have friends capable - yes, capable - of thinking that adding airships to a Three Musketeers adaptation is actually a pretty awesome idea.
7)
Horrible Bosses will turn out to be an amusing movie.
8) Despite telling yourself to read
A Dance With Dragons slowly, you won't. (I'm going to give people more time to read the book before I discuss it here, since there's a couple of major spoilers that I'd like to chat about from a storytelling/world building point of view.)
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So, yes, I finally got out of the house, and read
A Dance With Dragons, which did not disappoint (although at least one bit is going to annoy the hell out of
anaisis, so I have to brace myself for her rant on it.) And I laughed and sang and felt better....
.....but I woke up, and I'd finished reading the book yesterday, and I still don't have my new trike. So I'm all down again. Less depressed than I would have been without the escapes from the house Friday and yesterday, because, yes, laughter helps. It helps a lot. But I'm back to feeling itchy and trapped and down, and rather wishing I had a dragon.
My current emotional fragility is scaring me; usually the bubble of escape lasts longer than this, although I am less depressed today than I was before I headed out; I'd hate to think where I'd be without yesterday. (That made sense in my head.) Going to try to focus on finishing up some writing stuff and seeing if that helps, or at least gives the false sense of accomplishment.